Ellery Quinn knows something about orbs that we do not.

A dull rumble reverberated through the room moments before Spike crashed down from the just-repaired ceiling above them. "Ow. Hey, Twilight."

"Hi, Spike."

Spike stood up, rubbing his back. "That hurt."

"Heyyyyy, so," Twilight floated the orb up. "Y'know how I got this orb thing earlier?"

Spike remained silent.

"Spike?"

Spike leapt up and clung to the orb, practically gnawing on it like a cat.

"Let go, Spike! You're not even an evil dragon!" Twilight shook the orb, but he didn't let go.

He knows what he did.